Page 91 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

Vain popped free of my mouth as I came, a shout ripping from my chest. I jerked against the weight of him over top of me, but he seemed intent on dragging out my pleasure as he continued to curl his fingers inward, even as I spasmed around him.

When the last of the shivers wracked from my body, I felt as if I was on the verge of losing consciousness. The invisible shackles holding me loosened, and then Vain floated us down from the ceiling before setting us onto his bed. I felt heavy and drunk, and my head buzzed with a dizzying high I felt incapable of ever coming down from.

Vain’s body covered mine and I was acutely aware of his hard length of resting against my entrance. He held his two glistening fingers to my face, then rested them against my lips. “Taste how sweet you are for me, mellilla.”

I obeyed by sucking them into my mouth hungrily. My tongue swirled around and in between, enjoying the taste of myself. I wanted to lick every last drop from them like I was my own personal drug, a heady elixir of my wanton, craven desires.

“Good mortal,” Vain hummed. A warped sense of pride hooked in my chest at his praise.

He dragged his mouth over my body, peppering my skin with kisses, quick nips of his teeth and warm wet lashes of his tongue before recapturing my mouth with an insatiable hunger. For a moment, it was easy to forget that Vain was the one in control. I found myself slipping into the comfort of Rory’s scent, the feel of him under my hands, and imagining that it was him who oversaw my pleasure. But the reminder of everything Rory was, and everything he was not, was apparent in his eyes—Vain’s eyes.

“I want Rory,” I gasped against his mouth. Vain drew back, his eyes hollow and assessing. The muscle in his jaw ticked once, and then a second time. “I. Want. Rory.”

“You do not know what you’re asking,” Vain said. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head, his grip around them tightening as he pressed my body deeper into the mattress. “I will claim you first. I will worship you, Ava… your body, your soul…”

“Is that your attempt at begging?”

His lips turned nearly white as he pressed them together. The searing breath he exhaled through his nose brushed my cheek as I looked up into his face.

Rory’s face.

“I’m calling in my favor,” I told him softly. A tear stung my cheek briefly before it melted into the sheets.

“You wouldn’t dare,” the demon snarled.

I may have been manic with lust, but I at least had enough sense left in me to know that I needed Rory to have a choice in this. He deserved that much. It was his body after all.

“I want him. Now.”

Something guttered within his gaze before Vain tore his eyes from mine.

“Consider our debt settled then,” he said. “I hope, for your sake, he makes himself worthy of you.” Then the pools of black receded from his eyes, revealing Rory’s piercing gray.

Rory softened his grip on my wrists and eased off my chest, enough that I was no longer suffocated by the weight of his body.

“I need to know that you want this, Rory,” I said, reaching to cup his cheek. His skin felt cool beneath my palm. “Not because Vain wants this. But because you do.”

Lowering his forehead down to mine, he whispered, “You think I don’t?” He traced light kisses down across my collarbone and back up my neck. When his lips grazed against the shell of my ear, he rasped, “It’s all I’ve wanted for so long.”

I shuddered, and Rory’s hips eased forward. His cock glided against me easily, sliding up and down and grinding against my clit until I was shaking for him.

I let out a soft whimper. “Tell me again.”

Rory lifted his head from the base of my throat and stared back at me. “I want this,” he said. “I want you.”

Relief flooded through me, and I allowed myself to settle into his touch.

“Then take me,” I breathed. His mouth was dangerously close to mine, and the heat radiating off his body was scorching. “Please.”

The smirk he gave me could have easily rivaled Vain's. “Look who’s begging now,” he teased and ground his length against my clit again, the lust in his eyes undeniable. “How could you think I haven’t thought about fucking you senseless since the first moment I saw you? Holding your body like this in my hands—having you underneath me…it’s more perfect than I ever imagined.”

Rory’s words sent a throbbing jolt through me. He crushed his lips against mine, and we became a rush of heat and labored breaths. Our tongues melded, and I laced my fingers through his hair in the way I had dreamed of doing for so long, to pull him impossibly closer.

“Ava,” Rory whispered, the sound oddly strained. He dragged his lips from mine, down to the sensitive skin of my neck, pulling a moan from me. “Vain may have made you come first tonight, but that was my mouth—” he kissed me again, “and my hands—” and again, “that made you scream. And right now, you’re all fucking mine.”

Rory’s cock pressed at my entrance, and with a gasp, he pushed in, just to the tip at first, before thrusting deep inside. I arched off the bed, and my toes curled in the sheets as I gouged my nails into his back. “Oh, fuck!”

Rory hissed and then let out a deep groan, sending a long shiver down my spine. He kept himself buried to the hilt, allowing me to adjust to the size of him. I knew he would feel good, but I never imagined it would be this fucking good.

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